A/N I'm getting this party started up in here! Okay second chapter time, and I'm making good on my promise not to post quickly. One chapter per weekend if I get my reviews, if I don't then . . .Well you better review again because I don't mind making you wait. P.S. This isn't necessarily H/G so don't get confused, it's just funny to have stuff happen.
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Chapter 2- Brooding
Harry had been at the Weasley's for about a week now, the three had gotten back a little over two and a half hours after he was picked up. Harry sat up in his bed, slowly climbing out of the sheets; he had had another dream. It wasn't a dream so much as it was a nightmare really. He could see Voldemort pushing the sword through Fleur's chest slowly, the small facial features that changed. Her mouth opened up and her eyes widened as the metal pierced her skin. She fell.
Harry snatched up his scattered clothing and threw it on, hanging his Firebolt over his shoulder. Harry walked downstairs quietly, careful not to be heard by anyone. He knew his way around the Weasley's house pretty well by now. The darkness was engulfing inside, but when Harry opened the backdoor of the Burrow, stepping out onto the patio. He walked down through the backyard and into a small forest a little ways away from the Burrow. Finally, after a few minutes of walking Harry found what he was looking for. It was a waterfall surrounded by tropical trees and lush waters. Harry climbed over onto his Firebolt and flew over the cavern imbedded with the waterfall. Harry flew over, under, sideways and any which way all around the cavern; it made him feel free, and unrestricted. He felt like he was a bird. And then suddenly he felt like nothing.
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Harry suddenly appeared in a room, it was dark and dirty. He looked around only to see that the girl he had seen in his dreams last year was there.
"Who are you?" Harry asked quickly. She turned to him,
"Quiet, he's coming!" She hissed. Harry had too much experience with weird things to say much. HE turned to her, to see her face, but couldn't. Voldemort walked into the room. He couldn't see Harry or the girl, but he didn't seem to mind. Voldemort walked to a throne-like chair in the center of the room, small holes surrounded it in a circle. He laid his head back and closed his eyes; apparently he was going to sleep.
"Hey, where do you-" Harry started to ask the girl. He still hadn't gotten a good look at her, but it was too late. The room was fading away as was the girl, and slowly he was brought back to consciousness.
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Harry opened his eyes only to find himself lying in a bed. He looked up; Ginny was sleeping on him, his chest a pillow for her. He shook her lightly,
"Ginny, gin come on wake up." He pleaded. All his muscles ached and his vision was blurry. Harry reached over on the table and grabbed his glasses off of the bedside table as Ginny sat up and rubbed her eyes,
"Oh Harry, you're awake!" She screeched, breathing energetically.
"Hold on Ginny, what exactly happened Harry said, sitting up. This was the first time he realized he was naked except for a pair of checkered boxers. He pulled up the covers from covering his chest and below, looking down to make sure nothing was, out of place. His body was covered in scratches and places where he must have been bleeding. It was really bad, but he supposed Ginny had cleaned it up; he just had to make sure nobody saw him without his shirt off.
"Yeah, Ginny, what exactly did happen?" Harry asked again, accusation in his voice.
"Oh Harry don't be so crude. You were outside, in the Palace. You had fallen off of your broom and you were unconscious, so I brought you back here and cleaned you up before anyone could find out where you were." She smiled, her eyes moved surreptitiously downward until Harry muttered 'thank you' and her eyes shot back up. Harry got out of bed, bending over and picking up his clothes off of the floor
"Yeah, well I better get back up to Ron's room, because it would really be hard to explain a person walking in on us right no-" He was cut off by the door opening though.
"Ginny, I got a-" Hermione said, entering the room and gasping at the sight of Harry, "Harry what are you, and you!" Hermione said, seeming not to realize what he was wearing. Harry ran to Hermione,
"No, it's not what it look like!" he said hurriedly. Hermione gasped as he stepped out from behind the bed, revealing he only had on his boxer shorts,
"Oh my god, Harry how could you, and Ginny you let him! What if, what if you get pregnant, or if-" But Ginny grabbed her mouth and put her hand over it.
"Hermione, I have a perfectly good explanation for all of this, but you are talking loudly and if anyone else comes into this room we're all going to be in trouble." Ginny said. Hermione slowed her breathing as Harry put his clothes back on in a hurry.
"Umm, thanks again Ginny." He said, not quite looking her in the eyes. He walked out past Hermione and looked down at the floor.
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The Weasley family was all sitting at the table for breakfast, minus the girls. Hermione and Ginny came downstairs to the table, throwing Harry weird glances every now and then.
"Is there something I missed?" Ron leaned over and asked him. Harry didn't think Ron would appreciate some parts of his story, so he gave him the abridged version,
"This morning, it was really early; dusk. I went outside to fly, inside of the tropical place in the woods."
"The Palace?"
"Yeah, that's what Ginny called it too. Anyways I had a vision and that weird girl from last year was there. Voldemort was taking a nap, I don't get why, but I tried to find out. The I woke up here, and Ginny and Hermione had found me." Harry lied. There was no reason Ron had to know the whole truth.
"Harry, I think that's for you." Mrs. Weasley said as a large tropical bird came flying through the window, a letter attached to its leg. Harry walked over to the bird and pulled the letter off, opening it up. Hermione and Ron ran over to him to look on with him as Harry scanned it,
HarryHow are you? I guess I shouldn't ask that, I know you're not great, but I do hope you've at least gone back to living. Harry I know it may seem cruel at first, but you know there are potions to lower your emotional lever for certain events, just something I picked up from my older brother back in the day.
Okay, on to something a little more cheerful though, a new broomstick is out, when you go Diagon Alley you and Ron can ogle at it while Hermione and Ginny huff. (Wait a minute; does Ginny even like Quidditch?) Anyways Harry, I hope you are doing well, some new information has come up on Wormtail's whereabouts so I am going after him tonight, wish me luck!
Sirius
"Hey Ginny, you like Quidditch don't you?" Harry called out to her, looking up at her. He immediately adverted his eyes though,
"Of course, how can you not like Quidditch?" She said as if it were self-evident. Harry nodded and looked around for something to scribble back his answer on. The only utensil was an old pen with a concert from 75' lying on the table. (One of Mr. Weasley's trinkets.) Harry grabbed the pen and hastily wrote on the parchment, it didn't show up too well, but he was in a hurry. He had just told Sirius not to worry and to go capture Wormtail really.
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"Dudley, telephone for you!" Petunia Dursley called out. Dudley picked up the telephone in his room and answered,
"Hello?" Dudley answered; it was a question. On the other end of the telephone were Harry, Hermione and Ron, having a little prank call fun with a couple of Mr. Weasley's old phones. Harry was showing Ron all the stuff Muggles had, and he was even trying to convince him to take Muggle Studies. Hermione coughed once and started speaking in a sultry voice,
"Hi Dudley, it's me, Hermione. I was just calling to see how you were."
"Oh, yes, I'm doing well, and you my lovely?" He asked trying to be suave, but you could hear the sweat beading down his pudgy body on the other end. Harry and Ron had to cover their mouths so they wouldn't be heard laughing in the background.
"Well Dudley, my honey. I wanted to go on a date with you, meet me in Punett Square, by the old Farcom building. The Mann Theatre has a play I am just dying to see. It's a romance. (She went up one or two octaves when she said this word.) About seven then love?" Hermione said. Dudley was on the other end breathing hard,
"Umm, sure, I mean yea baby, of course." Dudley stammered through words. Hermione hung the hone up and suddenly the living room burst with laughter.
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"Okay Ron, I'm going to finish this paragraph and then I'll be up to bed tonight okay." Harry called over to Ron as he got up and stretched.
"Okay Harry." He said, grabbing his quill, ink and parchment, and then running upstairs for bed. Harry looked back down at his paper, he needed an inch more of writing, and he couldn't think of any way to end it.
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"Finally!" Harry groaned and started to put his stuff away when he heard a noise in the corner. He looked up quickly and saw Ginny leaning against the doorway.
"Why are you just sitting there?" He asked, but he soon noticed she was reading a letter that was in her hand.
"Oh, I was just reading something from my boyfriend." She said. Harry smiled, but then his face turned to a frown,
"Wait a minute, what boyfriend?" He asked. He didn't know about a boyfriend. Ron surely would have flipped if he knew about it.
"A Ravenclaw in fourth year, I've been dating him since June."
"So, our little Ginny is robbing the cradle."
"Robbing the cradle? Shut up Potter, let's play chess."
"Sure." Harry smiled as Ginny sat down and pulled out a chess set. Harry grabbed his box of chessmen he had gotten for Christmas. Harry and Ginny started playing chess. . .
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"Checkmate Potter." Ginny said with a smile. Ginny leaned back with a sigh, Harry had almost beaten her, but at the last minute she pulled through. Harry put his chessmen away,
"Well Ginny I probably should go."
"Yeah Harry, see you later." She said, placing the chessboard underneath the table and leaving the room. Harry packed up his parchment and quills, grabbing his trunk. He started to pull it upstairs, but saw a spare quill lying on the couch. He bent down to pick it up,
"Argh!" Harry clawed at his scar quickly, clenching it in pain. His eyes rolled back into his head as he had the second vision for the day.
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"Where is the girl?" Lord Voldemort bellowed, hovering over a woman. She had long black hair and hazel eyes that were somewhat out of character with her face. She looked tired and scared,
"I'll never tell you, I'll never give her to you. It doesn't matter; you'll be out of this place in a matter of seconds."
"You're right!" He said, picking her up by her head. She screamed as his long slender fingers curled around her skull.
"You'll be out of here in a matter of seconds." He smirked and flung her across the room. He aimed his wand at her and muttered a spell that was something like the Impact Spell. She lurched in pain as her ribs broke, her face obviously screwed up in content.
"Go screw yourself!" She cried, clutching her chest.
"Avada Kedavra!" He roared. A shot of green light hit her and she crumpled. Harry woke up with a scream.
A/N- THIS IS NOT AN h/g fic. Sorrie to all of you'll, but I have plans for this fic and it does not include H/g goodness okay? Don't be discouraged, Ginny is in the first part of the fic a lot though, and it has an excellent plot, not to mention the graphics . . . (Anyone who caught that gets brownie points)